Disclaimer: Still not mine. Damn. /

Author's note: They're back at work the night after their dream/fantasy. How are they going to look at each other? Read and find out!

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Cameron arrived before anyone. After her shower, she'd found a blue pantsuit with pale pink pinstripes and picked out a shimmering pink, spandex/lycra/cotton mixed shirt to wear under the vest. The shirt just happened to cling to her body, but that was okay. She felt like showing off what she had. Like her Grandma Margaret said, 'If you've got it, flaunt it. If you don't got it, flaunt it anyway!'. She had it, and she was going to flaunt it.

As usual, she made the coffee, plugged in her lap top and turned it on, then started going through the department's mail. Okay, so it was House's mail, but whatever. Invitation to be a guest speaker at a school, trashed. Invitation to a conference across town, trashed. Another invitation at another lecture, trashed. Requested treatment for a patient, saved. This routine went on until the twenty or so pieces of mail were sorted. More than three fourths were trashed, the remaining few being interesting possible cases and one invitation to a conference in Miami. If House didn't want to do it, then she'd run it by Cuddy. House was rubbing off on her. "Not in the way I want him to," she thinks to herself with a sigh.

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Two hours later, just after eight a.m., House showed up.

"Wow, you're actually on time today," Cameron says with a chuckle. "Mail's on your desk. I'm about to make a fresh pot of coffee. Foreman's in the clinic and Chase is in the lab."

"Really now? Well, I figured Chase would be in here laying you out on the table or something."

Uh. How did she not see that one coming?

"Yeah, well, if we were together that would be a reasonable thing to figure. But we're not together anymore," she says softly, then fills the coffee pot with water. As she turns to go back to her desk, she lets out a squeal of surprise. House was right there. "Jesus, House! Don't -do- that!" she tells him, then shoves his shoulder.

He, meanwhile, just grunts and pulls at her shirt. "What is this made out of? And why is it all…shimmery?"

"It's a blend of lycra, spandex and cotton. And it's shimmery because I wanted it to be when I picked it out. And so help you God if you pop my bra strap!" she says, and then he does, an evil grin on his face. "OW! House!" she yells, then jerks his came out from his grasp, making him fall on his face, though he does manage to get a good face-full of Cameron breasts on the way down.

"At least it was worth it," he says with a chuckle. She lets out a frustrated noise and tosses his cane across the room, then goes to her desk. "Aw, come on Cameron!"

"I'm not in the mood, House. I had a rough night last night."

"Yeah, it shows. Your eyes are puffy," he says, limp/hopping across the room to get his cane before sitting at the large table in the middle of the room. "What happened with Chase?"

She turns to look at him, her eyes narrowed. "Why do you care? It doesn't involve you, I don't see why you're making an effort," she says, then turns back to her computer screen, checking the department's e-mails. She was lying, of course. It did involve him. Everything in her life seemed to involve him.

It was House's turn to narrow his eyes, studying the woman in her shimmering shirt and pantsuit. Why did she have to be such a puzzle? And why did he feel the need to solve her, and then keep her for his own? He hadn't even felt that with Stacy! "I dunno. Maybe that kiss changed me," he volunteers as he props his legs up on the table. Today he's dressed in a pair of jeans, a black sports jacket and white tee-shirt with black, grey, red and yellow guitars on it, not to mention paint 'splatters' at various points. His feet are covered in his Nike Shox, as usual, and mismatched white socks.

"Pfft. Yeah, I'm not even going there," she says, even though she wanted to. She wanted to go over to him and kiss him again. Kiss him like she'd kissed Chase last night. Hard enough that her lips actually had bruises on them, which was why she was wearing dark red lipstick, rather than her glossy pink. And she wanted him to kiss her back, just like he had that day. She bites the inside of her cheek to focus herself.

She'd zoned out and hadn't heard him, and he'd made it all the way to her chair when she felt his hand reach around and caress her cheek. "Tell me why you kissed me. Tell me why you cried yourself to sleep last night. Tell me to fuck off. Tell me something, anything," he whispers, crouching down behind her, his breath warn on her neck.

She pinched herself, hard, to make sure she wasn't dreaming. This made him perk a brow in curiosity. "Did you just check to see if you were dreaming?"

She blinks some, then blushes a bit and nods. "Yeah, I did. Because the way you're making me feel, the way you always make me feel…I can't take it any more, House. I can't take the teasing, the tormenting. The way you toy with my emotions. I'm going to fax the recommendation to Penn. You just…You affect me so much and I just can't do this any more. I get the hint. I'm just something to pass the time. Last night I was having sex with Chase and you know what I did?" she asks, turning around to face him, her eyes watering up. "I imagined it was you. I closed my eyes and could see your face. Almost feel your scruff on my neck when he was kissing and biting my collar bone. I imagined his fingers were longer, like yours, playing me like you do your Goddamned piano. I even replaced his voice with yours. And to top it all off I cried out your name instead of his when I came. He broke it off with me. That's why I cried myself to sleep. Because I'm in love with someone who thinks all I'm good for is being fucking lobby art!" she shouts, then walks past him, but he grabs her wrist and spins her around, pulling her tightly to him and kisses her deeply, deeper than the time before, one hand at the small of her back and the other buried in her auburn locks. She does much the same, one arm wrapped around his neck, the other caressing his face, feeling his scruff. Talk about a dream come true!

Author's Note: So…what do you think? Chapter Five with lots of sex or end it here? Review and let me know what you think I should do!